It was a dirty job but someone had to do it.
The terrain was littered with underwear, socks, empty sweet wrappers, the odd bomb, a bottle of Vodka! school newsletters Hmmm, and the usual droppings of a teenage terrorist. I went in, did the job and got out as fast as possible and now am waiting for the nuclear fall-out which will surely happen when its discovered that
- I dared to OPEN the Curtains
- I opened the window to allow fresh air to circulate
- I threw away some pop magazines which allegedly had Busted posters in them
I'm waiting for my medal from the Queen now. Which I hope to collect next Thursday along with a spot of bare back riding on the royal steed.
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